I love this poem...
Sorry! I'm posting this a bit late for Holy Thursday reflections... but read & reflect anyhow...
The Last Supper
Perhaps at first they talked of little things
At supper-time that evening in the spring-
The upper room was dim with candle-shrine
As Jesus sat with twelve, remembering.
Then quietly He said, "There is one here
Whose kiss will bring betrayal by and by."
They did not look at Judas curiously,
But each man murmured, "Master, is it I?"
Each one looked inward, frightened lest he find
A shoddy place where he had dreamed of steel,
None placed the guilt on any other guest
Who had partaken of that gracious meal...
When they are hungry on my little street,
When I see tears or hear a heart's hurt cry
Because some one has failed to keep high faith,
May I, too, murmur, "Master, is it I?"
Helen Welshimer
Perhaps at first they talked of little things
At supper-time that evening in the spring-
The upper room was dim with candle-shrine
As Jesus sat with twelve, remembering.
Then quietly He said, "There is one here
Whose kiss will bring betrayal by and by."
They did not look at Judas curiously,
But each man murmured, "Master, is it I?"
Each one looked inward, frightened lest he find
A shoddy place where he had dreamed of steel,
None placed the guilt on any other guest
Who had partaken of that gracious meal...
When they are hungry on my little street,
When I see tears or hear a heart's hurt cry
Because some one has failed to keep high faith,
May I, too, murmur, "Master, is it I?"
Helen Welshimer
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